Abba, Abba — 
a baby tagging God
with quatrains

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the light
her words on tiptoes
grasping it

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last light
"fiat nox" rustles
in the hedge

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almost being 
autumn
in the trees

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where light was
a chiaroscuro
of presence

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"autumn dusk"
not this one of words
but the other

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windswept rain 
everyone I pass
another self

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the child I was 
singsongs the silence
still to come

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my footprint
soled, souled, sold
silting up

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